I, a Mango Tree

I am old now
Not in human age
But of our own.
I am lonely and desolate
For no breed of my kind is
Found anywhere near.
Oh! Once we had our time:
I with my parents, siblings
And friends lived.
Even then I felt
The signs of their enmity:
Even their young ones
Threw stones upon my Mom
After chewing her delicious fruits.
“It is hard to read their nature”,
Once my father said,
When he was a leafy bush.
Sometimes they watered us
And gave us food too
But only to harass,
Cut and chop into pieces
At their peak of madness.

I too had spring time
When I met my mate.
How handsome he was
With greenly, juicy leaves
And strong muscular boughs.
In a breezy august
He sent his first love message
Through the cute, tiny sparrow.
Then day by day we danced
In our ecstatic mood.
I blushed and flowered
To produce cute, golden fruits.
Birds played upon my bosom,
Squirrels lived on my boughs,
They too liked me then
Perhaps for my fruits.

Look there, the huge buildings!
All this place was once
The grove of my kind,
Then there was cool breeze
Magic scent, fruits, flowers,
Lovers, birds, squirrels
And all vibrant life.

But all ended on a May Day:
One after another all my kiths
Were chopped into pieces.
I watched all with pain and tears
And then mushroomed skyscrapers.
I don’t know why all these happen!
I don’t know whether they know why!
I am all alone now to see
Another May day in my life!
Is it my fate?

Farmer

With the smell of clay
And taste of sweat, he toils.
When his spade scoops a piece of earth’
It sends shudders through my nerves,
But the next moment I wish
To take a spade and scoop.
He sows, manures, waters,
Removes the weeds out:
All not in the same day
But slowly, intermittently.
He keeps his nerves when
A tiny worm makes designs
On the tender twigs,
When a deadly fly sucks out
The blood of juicy boughs
And alas! One day, when a mad wind
Uprooted his child like plants.
There are lines of pain on his forehead
Hidden by the trickling sweat
But cool is he like a breeze,
Kind is he like a mother cow;
When the first flower blooms
Blissful is he like the God!

Deer

Her trembling hind legs
Gently pressed against
The rumbling dry leaves.
Careful, so careful, she moved
Step by step.
Her silky skin vibrated
For every tic-tac sound
Passing a chilly current
Through my inward nerves.
Oh! The dark succulent eyes
Which deserve thousand kisses
Frantically stared and rolled,
The twig like ears gently turned.
Suddenly a violent turn she made
Escaping from the dark power
Which chased wildly to suck her blood:
For some time a struggle
Between gentle meekness
And arrogant lust.
Finally the love thirst eyes welled up,
Stream lined neck bled,
Caught into the claws of death.
Reminding the crucified lamb
She won by sacrificing her life,
By the beauty of her meekness